...Author Diane Setterfield: ‘We’re ourselves, for good or ill’
For several decades, I believed it was necessary to be extraordinary if you wanted to write, and since I wasn’t, I gave up my ambition and settled down to a life of reading. Years later, Val McDermid was at a party I went to and, spying on her, I realized she was entirely normal (I do hope she doesn’t mind my saying this). That was one of the things that cured me of my reverence and put me back on track.
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